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The City ([personal profile] citycenter) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-07-01 11:00 am

TDM: JULY 2023





TEST DRIVE MEME

A TRAIN COMES INTO THE STATION.
You wake up on a train.

Your phone is buzzing. It's in your pocket, in your hand, on the seat next to you. It's a normal phone, and you're on a normal train car. One of the lights flickers, a little further down. The world is very quiet. It feels like you're right where you're meant to be. On the phone's surface is a white screen and the words—


WELCOME TO THE CITY. BEGIN ORIENTATION?

▶ YES
▶ NO


Please take a moment to complete your orientation.

Once you're finished, the subway doors slide open to let you out onto the train platform. To your right, the platform continues on and eventually ends; to the left is a set of stairs that will lead you up into the station itself. The platform is quiet, clean, empty—there's no one else around, and the only sounds you can hear are your own footsteps, your own breaths, and the occasional faraway sound of a creaking pipe or rush of air. The train you disembarked will stay there as long as you do, its doors still open, until you finally decide to venture up into this new locale.


As you make your way up the stairs to your left, you find yourself in the belly of City Hall station. The station is large, a sprawling underground mini-metropolis of corridors and storefronts. Here, you may find others like you, freshly-arrived city residents from other realms (or even your own). There is also a subway map, which will give you an idea of the layout of the neighborhood, and ticketing machines, which can currently only be used to buy tickets to a handful of stations located on lines 1, 2, and 9.

If you're hungry or in need of any kind of supplies, there are plenty of storefronts inside the subway station as well—snack stands, convenience stores, restaurants, clothing stores, a pharmacy, and a variety of empty shops that may or may not have ever been in use. Everything is unlocked, and you can take whatever you need.



Characters may stay on the train platform indefinitely, and may re-board and re-disembark from the subway as many times as they like, but the train will not depart nor will the doors close. Once they go up the stairs into the train station, they may hear the train doors closing and the train departing. Another train will not arrive, no matter how long the character waits. Only once they come up the stairs into the station itself may characters encounter their fellow newly-arrived residents and take advantage of what the city has to offer.

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WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
The station is located in the city center. It has three major exits that lead to areas of interest in the district, but there are several other smaller exits that lead in other directions around the neighborhood. You are welcome to use any of them, but may find the north, southwest, and east exits to be the most welcoming.
TO THE NORTH
The northern entrance to the station leads up into the sunlight and puts you out in a brickwork plaza. There's a modest building in front of you, three or four stories of stone with a welcoming facade. There's a sign above the entryway—it says City Hall. You may be tempted to explore, if you're interested in learning more about the city and how it functions, but prepare to find yourself disappointed—the folders in the records rooms are full of empty, blank sheets of paper, and the logbooks and balance sheets are similarly devoid of information.


Immediately to the southwest of City Hall, you will find a small building that houses the tourist information kiosk. It looks welcoming, with an inviting glass facade and a sign above the entryway announcing it as the "TOURIST CENTER." It's a humble building with a receptionist's desk on the back wall opposite the entrance, empty magazine shelves lining the side walls, and a few spinning brochure racks full of blank pamphlets. Anyone is welcome to peruse the tourist literature, though they won't offer much information, being primarily filled with pictures of the surrounding area—City Hall, the park, a statue garden, and the surprisingly heavily-featured cemetery. There are a few sentences sprinkled throughout about basic offerings of the city, such as apartment complexes and office buildings, as well as a few maps with the same limited scope as the larger version on the wall behind the receptionist's desk.


The main feature of the tourist center is the interactive kiosk installed dead in the center, right in the middle of a few rows of uncomfortable chairs that fill the small room. It's noticeably in the way of any would-be foot traffic through the tourist center, and something about the technology seems a little more modern than the computer behind the desk or the landline phone on the wall. The kiosk is a tall silver rectangle, about average adult height, and the upper half is a screen welcoming visitors to touch it to activate the kiosk. If you were to touch it, the screen would come to life with simple dialogue inviting visitors to ask it their questions.

However, residents should note that the kiosk is only programmed to assist with exploration within the available areas of the city. It may not be able to answer every question, and tampering with the kiosk may result in unreliable or inaccurate answers!
TO THE SOUTHWEST
The western exit of the station takes you up into a city park, lush and green with a very light fog still hanging about the trees. There are lampposts on the walkways and benches where you could rest, and plenty of flora, although you can neither see nor hear any signs of animal life. You walk the paths that meander idly through the verdant grass and you feel a sense of peace, some of your unease about this place easing into a pleasant calm. The air smells fresh, like it's recently rained, and you'll find the grass ever so slightly damp should you decide to take a seat.


As you make your way deeper into the park, the trees grow denser and the smell of soil and plant life grows stronger. This is the older part of the park, very nearly a forest, with ivy climbing the trunks of the trees and plants and shrubs growing riotously around their bases. As you turn a corner, you find yourself first in the statue garden, although the statues are harder to see now, choked as they are with ivy. There are many statues, some partially obscured, some fully—very few of them still stand free of the vines and clinging roots. (It doesn't feel quite as peaceful here.) If a statue's face looks a little bit familiar, you may not want to look at it too long.

Continue down the path and you will find yourself in a graveyard, one that seems centuries old. Most of the headstones are worn away by time and covered in moss, rendering them impossible to read. The few that are free of moss are blank, or bear only suggestions of names too faint to be understood. (Was that the name of—no, it couldn't have been. Could it?) Many of the headstones stand at an angle or are toppled over completely, having been subjected to either strong winds or the roots of the trees that grow up from some of the graves, spreading branches toward the sky.
TO THE EAST
The final exit of the station, to the east, puts you out on a quiet surface street. Are you hungry? Or are you paralyzed by choice? There are plenty of restaurants, offering options of almost any food you can imagine. You could try a convenience store—it's well stocked, and the items there seem free for the taking. How about a restaurant? There's no one to take your order, but when you look in the kitchen, there's something on the stove, and it's just what you've been craving. Imagine that.


A few blocks down, you come in through the lobby of a tall building and find yourself in a corporate office. The fluorescent lights are steady and unforgiving, and the cubicles and offices are empty. There are a few pieces of paper on desks, a few folders left in organizers, but everything is perfectly blank. Despite how empty and quiet the office is, it nonetheless gives you the feeling that just a few minutes ago, this place was bustling with workers going about their daily business.


You enter another building and find yourself in the lobby of an apartment complex—finally, a place to rest. The first door you try opens easily into a completely empty living room, freshly vacuumed but without a single piece of furniture. It's a nice apartment, quiet, but with a little too much echo for your taste, maybe. Still, and perhaps oddly, you have no trouble envisioning what life here would be like.

The second door you open leads to an apartment that feels lived-in. Why does it feel lived-in? It's fully furnished with items that seem to go together perfectly, true, but the feeling is more than that—the room feels like someone was just here, maybe standing right in the kitchen only moments before you swung the door open. The air is a perfectly comfortable temperature, and it somehow smells like home despite that you've never once set foot here before. The refrigerator is stocked, and the cabinets are full of spices and flatware and kitchen utensils.


As you look around the living room, you find that there are pictures in frames on the walls and some of the flat surfaces—a seascape, a field, a shot of a city park bench. In each of the photos there's something just slightly wrong with the angle, as though the photographer were aiming for a subject that can no longer be seen.



Characters are welcome to explore the district around the City Hall subway station to their heart's content. The City Hall building itself contains several floors of offices and file rooms, but none of them contain any particularly interesting information. Nonetheless, characters may wish to team up with other newcomers and try to find some hints about the nature of the city. They can also spend a while in the park, the statue garden, or the graveyard. In the blocks surrounding the station there are plenty of options for food and housing, as well as office buildings, storefronts, and alleyways to look around. There are no workers in any of the buildings, and there does not seem to be an honor system for payment, nor any consequences for taking food from the stores or setting up camp in an apartment or office building.

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SO A TURKEY WALKS INTO A BOWLING ALLEY...
There's a bowling alley open in the newly-accessible district, and you're invited to come test your mettle!

Walking into the lobby, you're struck by a peculiar combination of scents—shoe polish, floor wax, pretzels and nachos, and something pungent and a little oily. On the wall behind the desk is a shelf full of pair after pair of shoes, in every size you could possibly imagine, and there's a low rack filled with brightly-colored, heavy bowling balls that are ready for the taking. You can also hear the low hum of machinery and the rattle of pins being reset every time someone knocks them down, the bowling alley a well-oiled machine despite the fact that no one seems to be manning it.


You can bowl alone, start a match play (1-v-1), or bowl as a team, but you'll quickly find that bowling is much more fun (and somehow easier) when you're playing with others. Maybe it's because being around other people raises your spirits, but you feel more confident when you step up to bowl, and you find that when you're playing as part of a team, the bowling ball travels faster and in a straighter line, and you seem to be making strikes and spares with much greater frequency. Teamwork really does make the dream work!

If you occasionally see what you think might be the shadow of someone passing behind the machinery at the far end of the lane, don't worry about it—that's probably just your imagination.


If you stop by the bowling alley at night, you will find the place totally transformed. There's a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and brightly-colored lights flashing and dancing around the floor and walls. Any white parts of your clothing glow a delightful blueish color, and you find that you're illuminated in all kinds of interesting shades by the blacklight bulbs glowing in the ceiling. This is cosmic bowling, truly not for the faint of heart!

When you've finished bowling, you may want to stop by the snack area for a pretzel or hot dog, a soda, or—if you're there for cosmic bowling—maybe even a more adult beverage from the food counter on the far end of the building.



There isn't anything especially spooky about the bowling alley—except, of course, being forced to wear shoes that have been worn by a hundred strangers before. Characters are welcome to find their shoe size, grab a bowling ball, and go to town! Characters who come during the day will encounter a normal bowling alley, but they can always come back at night to get the full cosmic bowling experience. There will always be shoes in their sizes, the pins will reset themselves, and the balls will always be returned. Just be careful, those ball chutes can crush your fingers if you're not careful!

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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.



If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.

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kampfgeist: (sigh | fully exasperated)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-08 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the spectre of his past is something that will always haunt heine, he's sure. even when he thought giovanni and einstürzen dead, when all he though remained of the facility was maybe a shell of its former operations—that is, before giovanni appeared to tell him that not only was his mother alive and well, but that she was plotting the overthrow of the city—heine still had nightmares of her.

of angelika. of giovanni and lott and arthur. of lily, and what heine did to her. ]


Thanks. [ heine has never been much of one for religion—in his view, god must have long since abandoned the city he's from. but he recognizes vanessa's willingness to pray for him as a kind gesture. he appreciates it, even though heine usually denies himself these small kindnesses on principle.

he looks over, finally, to fix his gaze on vanessa. ]


Whatever it is you need to do, I hope you manage it too. [ and... despite himself, heine adds, ] I'll help if I can.
kampfgeist: (grin | scheming face)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-08 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ as it turns out, heine's best 'absolutely angelic, never did a thing wrong in my life' look is fairly unconvincing. that doesn't stop him trying, though! eggshells in his omelette is a frightening enough prospect to at least make heine attempt not to look utterly unashamed.

that is, until he reads the words printed across badou's chest—he can't help it, that makes him snort with laughter. heine isn't someone for whom mirth comes easily or naturally, but something about the situation (this city, its oddities, badou, the two of them shacking up all domestic-like—and now this shirt) just gets him, makes him briefly grin before he shakes his head as if to shake the expression away. ]


Ah, fuck. [ "don't worry, be happy!" good shit.

the uncomfortable silence of the moment settles over him then, making heine's skin itch with the desire to say something stupid just so they'll be talking. he's glad badou breaks it instead, even if what he ends up asking is both weirdly timed and also a little obvious, given. ]
Yeah, I guess so.

[ what else is there to do, right? ]

You?
kampfgeist: (thinking | not too into that)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-08 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Could be controlled remotely... [ it wouldn't be heine's first time seeing a train without a conductor in the cabin, but it is certainly a little odd. not any odder than any of the rest of this, though, so heine is willing to consider it as a serious possibility. ] So are they running it remotely to cut costs, or because they think we're dangerous and they're keeping their distance?

[ considering what he's heard about the rest of the city—that the groceries restock, empty apartments—as well as the functional electricity here in the station, heine can't imagine whoever's in charge here is big on cost-saving measures. which leaves the second speculation: that whoever is behind this thinks they're dangerous.

well, in that regard they're not completely wrong. ]


I'm going to figure out where the edges of the city are and test them. [ the question of vehicles is interesting, but if none of the other vehicles work it's not likely to be immediately pressing. ] Maybe check out that big building you mentioned, while I'm at it.

[ the invitation to join goes unspoken, social graces being a weak point for heine. ]
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[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-08 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's either the machine is much more durable than expected or something's wrong with the punch in question...]

I was wondering... What is inside of these machines? I've noticed that a lot of the electronics around here don't have typical pieces inside.

[He frowns.]

I kind of want to see what's inside one.
kampfgeist: (serious | say that one more time)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-08 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the existential question of to what degree any of this is real aside, the sky and sun is definitely real enough to hurt like hell when heine looks directly at it, so for the time being he's glad to have the timeline distraction to take his gaze away from it.

2029 versus indeterminate distant future is—quite a gap. ]
It's...

[ to be honest, the brief hesitation in the way heine starts to answer probably tells wrench that it's not great. ]

I don't know where you're from, but in [ the future europe country that heine's from (shoutout shirow miwa for naming the specific model of each of heine's guns but never giving us a year or a nation!) ] it's been... a couple hundred years since we ran out of arable land. Started having to build cities up and down instead of out.

So you get your haves up in the Above, under real sky, with real sun and vegetables and security and a government that works. [ he gestures vaguely upwards with one thumb, then gives an emphatic thumbs down. ] And then you got your Below. No sky, fake sun. Mob families run most of it and the corporations run the rest. Crime out of control, science out of control, violence everywhere, poverty everywhere.

[ three guesses where heine hails from and the first two don't count. maybe that explains his need to ask whether the sky is real—he's seen an honest to god blue sky only once before. ]

Never left the city, though. So I couldn't tell you how it is anywhere else.
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[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-08 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[If only those doggo senses could track down who or what might be doing these things behind the scenes! But it's all dead ends right now...]

That's... A really good idea. If we could take turns staking out an area after we've moved some supplies out maybe we could catch what's restocking things?!

[He puts his thumb to his chin in thought. It's a really good idea...]

We would need a few people to make it through the night if it takes that long.
elswhisperer: (desire is a poisoned apple)

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-08 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Neil died believing at least that he had gotten his revenge. He had accomplished something.

But Ali lived. Lyle found himself entangled in conflict. The world twisted itself further and further.

Neil died for nothing.

Setsuna remembered how it felt to realize he'd been fighting for a God that didn't exist.

That he'd slaughtered his parents for nothing.

It was a slow, creeping realization until it wasn't; the truth clicking into place and bearing down on him like a sledgehammer. A scar he carries now, and forever.

He remembers, too, what he thought during the mission that heralded Team Trinity, as Ali al-Saachez was moments away from snuffing out his life: the fear and disbelief of dying without accomplishing anything at all.

A life wasted. ]


I understand.

[ Quiet, solemn.

There's nothing he can say to console Neil that wouldn't be hollow. That understanding is the most he can offer. ]
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[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-08 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I miss the gacha games I was playing... One of my favourite characters was about to rate up.

I wish I could draw. Artists are always so amazing. I'd like to see more of your art too when we meet up?
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[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-08 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Truth be told it's been super weird eating in a place like this. Food just appears ready for you to eat and there's no issue with it at all. It feels weird. But ... It all tastes pretty good too. And the fact that they don't have to fight for food or anything like that is a good thing...

He's surprised to see someone just openly embracing the fact. But he kind of gets it.]


Ahh... Honestly, the hamburgers aren't that bad here? They taste like they've been grilled on a real grill, anyway.
wrenchedup: (🔧 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛)

[personal profile] wrenchedup 2023-07-08 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Damn. That moment of hopeful excitement dropped right out of him and onto the ground; it informed his body language with a notable slouch before he straightened back up as much as his broken ass body allowed him to. Not like he was surprised, but... you know. The LED display returned to neutral X's after a brief flash of something that could only be described as disappointment. He shoved his hands into his pockets and listened.

Wrench had just been in London and while London was always fucked it was one of the more fucked "smart cities" out there. The more Heine describe what ~ the future ~ was like for him the more he could easily see how things back home could get to that point. He, too, would probably be lingering down below if he was in Heine's world and hell, maybe he was??? ]


Mm. [ Was what he first offered up as they shuffled through the empty streets. ] That all sounds familiar. Statistics back home say the streets have been safer than ever but that's because we're in such a police state that people get shot in the street by city officials just for looking suspicious. Crime is a fucking business. [ A pause ] I mean, it always was but you get what I'm saying here right? The gangs, the drugs, the violence, the human trafficking and slavery is all swept neatly under the cover by the very people who are supposed to keep these things from happening. No one is surprised. I could go on about the corruption but man I feel like you already can guess everything I'd say so why bother?

[ He sighed, brought up a hand ro rub at the back of his neck as he hung his head for a moment. Bummer, dude. ] Some people still fight, though. Little by little. Tiny victories.
lockingout: (59)

[personal profile] lockingout 2023-07-08 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If nothing else, Setsuna understands. But unlike Neil, Setsuna is alive. He lived through it then and he's alive now, moving forward for what he chooses to believe in after the beliefs forced upon him have failed him.

Neil wishes he could make amends but there's nothing. He's just here now.

Running out of objects in the room to stare right through, he finally settles on the couch. ]


Lyle's always hated me. The absolute last thing he wanted was to be thought of in the same breath. To think he's 'Lockon Stratos' now...
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[personal profile] meowbel 2023-07-08 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? How do I know it's not with that mystery meat that I've been hearing so much about?

[And what is this mysterious meat she was speaking of? Who knows. Either way, that didn't stop her from looking at the burger and narrowing her eyes at it.]

...How do I know I can trust you....?
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-07-08 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
In that case... my telekinesis could once lift and manipulate heavy things. Now, based on what I've tested so far, I can only manage smaller objects.

[You know, like the martini glass; which, by example, begins to float about two inches off the countertop.]

My telepathy focuses on memories, too, but... Well. Let's just say it's far less impressive in this place. If you try really hard to recall something, I might be able to pick up a few images here and there. Surface-level emotions are still on the table, though.
elswhisperer: (642232)

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-08 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At last, Setsuna feels like he knows what to say.

The only problem is that this will bring its own kind of pain. ]


He doesn't hate you. He regretted not meeting you while you were alive.
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[personal profile] luchino 2023-07-08 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, you might be surprised how slow to the draw some people may be, especially with their mouths moving slightly ahead of their brains.

[ imagine shit talking luchino. ]

'Not a lot'? I have yet to see one, be it a common anole or a less-than-common gila monster... but I am also not surprised. It is a shame.
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[personal profile] zewu_jun 2023-07-08 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
By being more careful.

[ Lan Xichen stands in front of the strange looking man, clearly assessing his appearance for any sign of injury. Molly looks completely unharmed and in high spirits, which is good, but it also means he didn't learn anything from being trapped on that slippery bowling lane. Xichen has momentary recollections of another wild, too-playful gentleman that led his brother around into various kinds of trouble and he can't help his audible sigh. ]

Gongzi, surely you have seen the other people throwing heavy balls down those paths? How could you have found yourself in such a dangerous place?
lockingout: (32)

[personal profile] lockingout 2023-07-08 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Heh. Is that what he said...?

[ Well, it is far easier to like somebody in theory, when they're a distant concept you'll never have to encounter again. If that's what it took for Lyle to think of him halfway fondly, he'll still take it. ]

I really wanted a better life for him than this.
elswhisperer: (the die are cast)

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-08 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Neil, the older brother who values family above all else. Of course he'd want Lyle to live a life far away from all the fighting. Making a world where everyone can live that way is Setsuna's dream.

But to Setsuna, who knows Lyle as a Katharon agent and a Gundam Meister, Neil's sorrow is misplaced. ]


This is the life he chose for himself.
lockingout: (68)

[personal profile] lockingout 2023-07-08 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
... what an idiot.

[ All of them at Celestial Being are fools of some variety, no exceptions. That's always been okay, but Lyle... he should have at least turned out to be a different kind of dumbass. That'd have been nice. ]

If anything happens to him, I am haunting your ass until you're ready to call the exorcist.
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[personal profile] laidtocrest 2023-07-08 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh...huh.

[And here he was thinking he finally found someone who wasn't on the verge of a nervous breakdown who he could flirt with - doesn't even have to get anywhere, just flirt with, just a bit, just to take the edge off - and now here Sylvain is, going oh. Oh, did I- oh. Again. It's happened again.]

Yeah, sure. Not like there's anything better to do. [Just keep some people from killing themselves with bad cooking, help other people dig up graves, Dimitri's entire thing and the lack of Faerghus...nbd nbd]

What do you think would happen if I wrote in one of these? [Just some light speculation, that's all, smalltalk.]
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[personal profile] shareofnight 2023-07-08 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Interesting. I do wonder what this place wants from us, then. [If not for kidnapping people no one would miss, Tessa would assume this city would take people it could use as hostages for some kind of ransom or another. (And perhaps the fact that she's considering the city as if it were its own kind of entity is a sign of how much she's trying to avoid giving into the despair welling up in her chest.)

She glances over at him, sympathetic.]
This city does have...interesting timing. Plucking us from productive periods in our lives, as though deliberately interrupting us.

[She shakes her head, and she tries to focus on the way her entire body jolted, as if struck by lightning, when she had first seen Jem, Jem as he always was, instead of Brother Zachariah.] People do. I'm hopeful that, perhaps, those we've left behind might not even be aware that we're gone. Perhaps this city is...outside of the normal workings of time.
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[personal profile] strongroots 2023-07-08 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She calls it interesting timing; Robby just gives a small shrug. Her meeting with her friend sounded maybe more aligning to that, while it just seemed like the shitty kind of luck that befalls most people.

Isn't the first time life has done that, right?

But what she follows it up with--that's more curious, even at the start. Hopeful that no one notices that they're gone, and then--outside of time? ]


What do you mean? [ Yeah, that he isn't following, and he's puzzled in tone. Robby figures he's not interpreting something very obvious, like timezones, maybe? Or that's how his brain is trying to spin what she means, while their feet have finally led them into view of the subway station map.

Devoid of any real names, and rather simple and plain. ]
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[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-07-08 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you not actually follow your religion then?" The truth of it was, Loki really had no idea how human religions worked, other than they seemed to pray to a god of their choosing and worship them, often in the most boring of ways. Loki is always interested in reading a good book, but reading the same one over and over again? In an attempt to learn more of a god that it seems they could never know. It was all very odd to Loki.

Loki nods, though he's unsure as to why he's telling this man anything about his possible weakness. He doesn't sense any danger from him at the moment, but it really isn't like him to be so open. Or at least that is how he prefers to think of himself. In reality, Loki does love to talk. "Yes, it is possible, though it is not easy. Even other gods have difficulty killing gods. Many of us will pull out all the stops to win and we have a lot of those. I know my brother and I were trained in battle and without any of our extra abilities we are quite formidable. But still, it is possible."

A questioning look crosses his face at some of the other man's terminology. It sounds as if he's saying he's quite old, but he looks perhaps middle aged for a human to him. Loki himself looks a bit younger, though that would be far from the truth. It makes him curious, but he merely eyes the man questioningly, not yet ready to ask.

Loki agrees that this whole scenario is unsettling, but he frowns at the mention of distrusting magic. Loki is, after all, a magical being at his core. Even if this place seems to be zapping that from him. He already feels a bit touchy on the subject and merely huffs in response, trying not to show that the comment slightly annoyed him. "Well, I suppose it would be to someone unfamiliar with magic."
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[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-08 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alhaitham raises a brow. That's the first person to act startled at the revelation he's human. Maybe this guy isn't?]

Sure. See ya.
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[personal profile] chainvengeance 2023-07-08 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival;

[ A Distortion? Perhaps?

Meursault does not recall how he came to be in this place. Such memory loss does not make much sense to him. But nothing that has happened makes much sense to him.

In any case, he does not know how long he will be in this place or have any information. It would seem like the items in the station are free? If there is a cost, he will deal with it later. That said, a person will find him with a stolen backpack and shoving nonperishable food items into it.

He only stops when he takes note that someone has arrived, turning his head slightly to acknowledge them. However, he does not say anything - he does, however, stop doing anything and waits. ]


graveyard;

[ Hm, peaceful.

He may have a map of the area, but it does not hurt to look into areas to make sure they are what the map indicates that they are. A pen is taken out to make notes - bulleted points next to the area.

- It is an above-ground graveyard.
- The area is not difficult to transverse, despite the apparent age of everything.
- Most of the names on the headstones are too faded to read.
- There are names that I recognize...
- This is not a pleasant feeling.


Folding the map, he tucks it back under his pocket and considers his observations of the area complete. And yet he continues to stand in front of one gravestone. He breathes slow as he reads the name over and over, again. ]


This is not a name I recognize. I do not know the people who died here.

[ Meursault repeats this phrase a few more times - seemingly trying to settle his unsettled emotions. ]

wildcard;

[ Whatever, baby. ]